Disagree? My husband has a mouth, there was no misunderstanding at all!

Chapter 129 is the chapter we're working on now. After it's finished, you can rest for sev

After the family dinner, the two did not choose to stay overnight at Yunwan Garden, but returned directly to the villa.

As soon as she opened the door, Yan Zhuoyu clung to Pei Weijin as if she had no bones.

Pei Weijin simply picked her up and carried her back to the bedroom.

Yan Zhuoyu had just touched the sofa and was about to lie down when he quickly pulled her back and straightened her up.

"Sweetie, take off your hairpin before lying down, be careful not to prick yourself."

Pei Weijin carefully removed the small black clips that held her hair in place at the back of her head before finally pulling out the gold hairpin.

Freed from the constraints of her hairpins, Yan Zhuoyu's long, ink-black hair cascaded over her shoulders. Due to its long-term updo, the ends of her hair naturally curled and bounced gently as it fell.

With no obstacles in sight, she was finally able to sink completely into the sofa.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Pei!"

Yan Zhuoyu casually picked up a cushion and hugged it to her chest, letting out a long sigh: "I thought a family dinner was just a gathering to eat and chat casually. The clips I saw online looked very relaxed, but I didn't expect it to be so tiring. It's even more scheming than a palace intrigue."

Pei Weijin didn't just leave the hair accessories lying around; instead, she carefully put them into a small box on her dressing table for future use.

He walked into the bathroom, his voice mingling with the sound of running water: "The clips that can be leaked online are, of course, the most glamorous parts."

Yan Zhuoyu stretched and yawned repeatedly, her bones radiating exhaustion: "No wonder you don't appear in those videos much."

She thought for a moment, then rolled over and lay face down on the cushion, her head facing the bathroom, her eyes filled with sleepiness: "Then let's celebrate holidays in our little home from now on, just the two of us, having a simple meal, watching a movie, enjoying the moon and eating mooncakes on the balcony, just like that..."

For a while, only the sound of water could be heard in the bathroom. Yan Zhuoyu didn't know if Pei Weijin had heard her.

She was almost closing her eyes when she suddenly felt the sofa next to her sink in, and someone sat down next to her.

“Okay, from now on we’ll celebrate Mid-Autumn Festival at our home, and many Mid-Autumn Festivals, and not just Mid-Autumn Festival, but also Winter Solstice, Lunar New Year’s Eve, and Lunar New Year’s Eve, all at our little home.”

Pei Weijin's voice was tinged with laughter, with little fluctuation, making it very pleasant to listen to, especially when she was half asleep, as if she were listening to a bedtime story.

Yan Zhuoyu pressed her small face against her arm, opened her eyes and looked at him, her gaze as gentle as water.

A damp makeup remover wipe was placed on her cheek.

Pei Weijin looked down at her and asked, "Should you remove your makeup yourself, or should I help you?"

Yan Zhuoyu moved closer to him, hugged his arm, and said sweetly, "I want my husband."

She was stunned as soon as she said it.

The food was delicious tonight, but I didn't drink much. Why are you talking so sweetly?

Two seconds later, Yan Zhuoyu felt a little embarrassed by Pei Weijin's gaze, but she didn't want him to notice that she was shy, so she deliberately cleared her throat, looked directly into his eyes, and deliberately made her tone colder.

"What are you looking at? Get up and serve me!"

Pei Weijin chuckled and let her lie on his lap.

"Okay, honey will help you remove your makeup. Do you need me to help you take a shower later?"

"No need! I can do it myself!"

Yan Zhuoyu muttered with her eyes closed, "Hmph, this is truly going against the natural order."

As she wiped her face with the cool makeup remover wipe, she couldn't help but review what had happened at the family dinner, which brought to mind Pei Weijin's sudden hug.

"When we were taking a group photo, I texted you but you didn't reply. Suddenly you came over and hugged me. Did something happen?"

Pei Weijin casually retorted, "Don't we hug all the time?"

Yan Zhuoyu suddenly felt wide awake and full of energy. She sat up, put her hands behind Pei Weijin's head, and pressed her own head against him.

The two stared at each other, almost at zero distance.

"Huh? You dare to brush me off?"

Pei Weijin was still holding the makeup remover wipe that was stained with foundation, so he had to keep his arm away to avoid getting it on Yan Zhuoyu.

He blinked and subtly looked away.

"It's nothing, I just chatted with my father for a few minutes."

Did he bully you?

Pei Weijin nodded slightly: "Yeah, will you help me beat him up?"

Yan Zhuoyu loosened her grip on the back of his head slightly, as if she was seriously considering the feasibility of this action.

She gave her answer in less than half a minute.

"I will, but if I go too far, you'll have to come and get me."

Pei Weijin's smile deepened, and he seemed much more relaxed, no longer as aloof as he had been at the family dinner.

He stroked Yan Zhuoyu's hair and roughly recounted his conversation with Pei Jincheng in the ancestral hall.

Noticing the change in Yan Zhuoyu's expression due to his words, Pei Weijin, for reasons unknown, added in a very calm tone:

“Pei Ruolin has a hundred-year-old lamp, which Pei Jincheng obtained by asking a master in the temple to consecrate it, but I don’t have one.”

He himself couldn't explain what he was asking for. He didn't feel particularly aggrieved; it was more like a child who had no candy asking for some.

That's childish. Does she think so too?

"I rely on!"

"Your dad's!"

Yan Zhuoyu gave her feedback in the most straightforward and enthusiastic language.

She angrily pulled out her phone and called the best Taoist temple in Beijing.

"What others have, you must have too! I'll have the Taoist priest consecrate a bigger one for you right now, and make a few more lamps to fill the ancestral hall! Finally, I'll ask for a bracelet for you to wear to show him. This father is so irresponsible! He doesn't care about his own son, but he cares about other people's sons. Why doesn't he go to an orphanage or nursing home to show his love and compassion?"

After finishing the call, Pei Weijin said gently, "Okay, I'll wear the bracelet every day, along with those three watches."

Yan Zhuoyu was speechless for a moment.

She lay back on Pei Weijin's lap, her hands resting on her chest, in a very peaceful posture.

Regarding this bracelet, well, we can postpone it for now.

Yan Zhuoyu was indeed tired today. After taking a shower, she fell into a deep sleep, even skipping her usual bedtime routine of checking Weibo for gossip.

Outside the window, the full moon of the sixteenth day of the lunar month was exceptionally bright, as clear and bright as a silver plate.

She didn't sleep well. Around two or three in the morning, she woke up several times, sometimes hugging Pei Weijin's arm as a pillow, and sometimes forcibly squeezing into his arms.

Pei Weijin woke up and stared quietly at Yan Zhuoyu.

Yan Zhuoyu felt a little guilty, but she was also self-righteous: "It's all your fault. You didn't hold me while I slept, which made me not sleep well. Now I can't sleep at all."

The room was dark, but brighter than usual. Pei Weijin's eyes were deep and dark, with a half-smile on his face.

"If I remember correctly, at ten o'clock, you complained that I was too hot to hold, so you not only pushed me away but also kicked me."

Yan Zhuoyu abruptly changed the subject: "Anyway, you're awake now and probably can't fall back asleep, so why don't we get up and make mooncakes?"

Pei Weijin: "The Mid-Autumn Festival is over, and I can fall asleep now."

She looked pitiful: "But my last vacation is over, and I'm going to join the 'Sword Chant' crew to film this afternoon."

Pei Weijin pondered: "Come to think of it, I'm also going on a business trip to France tomorrow for at least half a month, so we'll definitely have less time to spend together."

Yan Zhuoyu asked in confusion, "So?"

“I’ve looked at your schedule. If you work now, you can rest for more than ten hours after you finish.”

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhuoyu's eyes lit up. She got out of bed and excitedly opened the food delivery app: "Really? You agreed? Then I'll order the 24-hour convenience store delivery tool for mooncakes right now."

"No need."

Pei Weijin opened the bedside table and took out a new box of family planning supplies: "I mean, is it okay to have sex?"